His eyes welled up, and he fought back his hurt.He pulled up outside the house where he lived alone with his stepmother, went in, and sat long faced i... a chair, staring at the wall. His stepmother, Marcia Hayes was a confident and independent woman who had inherited Troy as baggage when he was five years old; his birth mother had divorced his father a year earlier, citing adultery, and had departed with his younger sister, never to be seen again and leaving Troy with his father. The boy did not. She swallowed and hummed, the vibrations of her passion buzzing around my dick. I clenched my fists as the pleasure built and built in my balls.I groaned as she nuzzled her lips into my blonde curls. Every inch of my dick buried into her royal mouth. She held it down her throat for a moment, her violet eyes staring up at me, and then she drew her mouth back. She sucked so hard the entire time, her lips sealed tight about my shaft, cleaning off her ass.She whimpered, savoring the dirty. A tall, slender woman stood waiting patiently. Wearing a floor length cream gown with a high neck and leg-of-mutton sleeves, her pale complexion was shaded from the heat of the noon sun by a wide brimmed hat. She carried a large carpet bag, holding it in front of herself with both hands.I was pleased. So many women seem to find it necessary to discard even the minimal modesty afforded by modern fashions when they find themselves in warmer climes. It was gratifying to see a woman of. "Nice" I replied staring eagerly at her half naked tanned body."I think the word you are looking for is, hot!" she grinned, before she then began making herself some breakfast.For the next hour we sat in the kitchen eating, and chatting, and every so often I would sneak a little look at her when I thought she wasn't looking, until finally she said she was going out into the garden, and then did.At first I was eager to follow her out, but then something in my head said wait a minute, so I.